Thoughts on 9-11-2001

I know I've already blogged about September 11, 2001 but where we have just had the 8 year anniversary of the event, I'd like to share some other thoughts.

Undoubtedly, that was the scariest day I have ever had. I felt so worried for the immediate future for my family. I wanted them all here where we could console each other and make sure that we were alright. It was one of those days where I would like to have wrapped myself in an afghan and cowered in the corner of the room.

I have been watching a DVD I purchased called "What We Saw" which had the extensive news coverage of 9-11. I see the looks of horror on those New Yorker's as they were running from the huge cloud of dust and debris. I ache for them and especially those who suffered loss of family and friends.

Things aren't good in our country right now, but I can't dwell on that. I'm not sure there is anything I can do to change the direction our country is going in. Wayne worries constantly about it, it seems, and often expresses his concern for our country's lack of leadership, but I have chosen to concentrate on what I think I CAN DO to help those whom I love and that is to see that my family stays strong in the gospel and their love for each other and that my grandchildren feel safe and secure in their world. They must feel loved and that they have parents and grandparents who will do anything to protect them.

I can continue to plan family get-togethers where we can stay close, pray nightly for the health and safety of my 28 other family members, and give them memories (such as reunions Cousin's Camp's) to fall back on when things get tough. Whitnee was our oldest grandchild on 9-11-01 and was 5 years old at the time. I don't know if she remembers anything about it but it is my hope and prayer that something as devastating as this will not happen again in the lifetimes of our grandchildren.